Blood

Blood. Blood on his fists, blood on the ground, blood on the air. It
was everywhere. Shofeng stood over the corpse of his younger brother,
barely eight seasons old. Shofeng also stood over the mangled corpse of the
man that he beat to death with his bare fists. The man was a sadist, and a
rapist. It was apparent that he had been watching Shofeng's brother for
some time now, for he knew his route from the local monastery. Seeing the
corpse of his younger brother, something in Shofeng ceased to exist.
Perhaps it was empathy as he did not feel any remorse in killing the man
before him. Perhaps it was the loss of his brother, who was so young and
innocent. In any case, Shofeng had only one goal in mind. More blood.

Description:

Slightly angled dark eyes stare out from beneath a set of wispy and
elongated eyebrows. His head is shaven clean except for a tail located at
the back of his head which has been braided and falls over his right
shoulder. Upon his forehead are six dots separated into two vertical
columns and seem to be a permanent fixture to his person. Stern crimson
lips sit just above a strong and angular jawline. His long nose is the only
thing out of proportion to the rest of his features and it is apparent that
it has been broken on several different occasions. His body is strong and
lithe, with muscle and sinew rippling hypnotically beneath his olive skin.